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The Seven Ages of Man(from As You Like It, II, vii)by William ShakespeareAll the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages
Beginner's Luckby Chris RoseJames Milners hands were shaking as he sat down at his desk. The man sitting at the computer terminal next to him laughed. First time on one of these machines, is it? No! lied James, as convincingly as he could. I could us
Uncle Tom's Cabinby Harriet Beecher StoweUncle Tom's Cabin, or Life Among the Lowly is an anti-slavery novel by American author Harriet Beecher Stowe. Published in 1852, the novel had a profound effect on worldwide attitudes toward African-Americans
The broken mirror, the black cat, and lots of good luckby Chris RoseNikos was an ordinary man. Nothing particularly good ever happened to him, nothing particularly bad ever happened to him. He went through life accepting the mixture of good things an
Eye halve a spelling checkerIt came with my pea sea.In this poem some words have been substituted by homophones - words with the same sound but different spelling. It proves that computer spelling checkers are not infallible! Eye Halve a Spelling Che
The Masalai of Lep Island Story by Mike Soanin Translated by Thomas H. Slone Long, long ago, in Manus Province, there was a small island behind Baluan Island [Baluan-Pam People]. This island was called Lep. On Lep Island, there was a masalai who had
The White RoomI am now feeling like a lost camel in the Sahara Desert. I am very young and I've got a lot of things to learn. Sometimes I think: I don't know anything I should go to my house and begin to study. But, then, I think Why? A lot of the ti
The novels of J.M. Coetzee DusklandsThe novel actually consists of two separate stories. The first one, The Vietnam Project, relates the gradual descent into insanity of its protagonist Eugene Dawn. Eugene works for a U.S. government agency responsib
The Blind Boyby C. CibberO say what is that thing call'd Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy; What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see; You say the sun shines bright: I feel him warm, but how ca
A Game of Goby Chris RoseTwo people sit down opposite each other to play a game. Between them is a large wooden board. The board is rectangular in shape and it has black lines drawn on it in. There are 19 horizontal lines and 19 vertical lines, makin
Noby Thomas HoodNo sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day - No sky - no earthly view - No distance looking blue - No road - no street - no t'other side the way - No end to any Row - No indications where the Cresc
The Fixby Chris RoseThe four judges have been sitting in a small room in the Milton Hotel in London for three hours now. The judges must agree on who will win the four awards in the important Global Music Awards: best album, best song, best new band
Mountain fableThe mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel; And the former called the latter Little Prig. Bun replied, You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I thi
The sick childChild. O mother, lay your hand on my brow! O mother, mother, where am I now? Why is the room so gaunt and great? Why am I lying awake so late? Mother. Fear not at all: the night is still. Nothing is here that means you ill. Nothing but
Dad he said, Theres a dinosaur living in the garage. Is there really, Jake? said his dad. Thats interesting. Now go and away and play. Daddys busy at the moment. Jakes dad went back to reading his newspaper. Jake had suspected that there was a dinosa
Fausto Ruiz got off the boat at the port of the city where he had been born fifty years ago, and to which he had not returned for twenty years. He walked along the seafront, surprised by how much his hometown had changed, and also by how much of it h
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree, Or play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man i
Heres Scarlett, in the garden of a friends house in London on a sunny summer morning, the kind of mornings that are unusual in England. Scarlett is twelve years old (thirteen in November she tells me), and is trying to understand the world around her
Americans Chose Their Favorite Poems 美国人最喜欢的诗歌 From VOA Learning English, welcome to This is America. I'm Steve Ember. April is National Poetry Month, and this week, Kelly Jean Kelly brings us some of the poems that Americans like b
The Dexterity of Poetry诗歌之灵性With the young of both sexes, Poetry is, like love, a passion; but, for much the greater part of those who have been proud of its power over their minds, a necessity soon arises of breaking the pleasing bondage;